Harry's notes: This was originally written with verse included in the text and as so was only acceptable as a poem. I've stripped the end of lines out the poetic stanzas to make it possible to submit in story boards. W.L.I.T. Radio for the Masses, Fairyland Theatre Static, crackles, then the sound of an analog tuner searching for a station. Those of you fo...
Home from work on Wednesday afternoon, Valentine's Day, Emily was ablaze and I could not be happier. Nine a.m. to six p.m. Monday through Friday I was a wage slave. For twenty-four years five months twelve days I had served honorably in the United States Navy on arduous sea duty and isolated shore assignments working strange hours, standing duty every few...
The theme of the Literotica Earth Day Contest, probably more than any of the other contests on the Web site, cries out for an affirmation or a condemnation of or new/clever/humorous alternative to some environmental-related concept or a fresh-perspective look at some other aspect of the "earth." Of all of the contests, it's perhaps the least conducive to jus...
I stretch quickly and start walking down my street. I need to get this done quickly, otherwise I’ll be late for school. It’s the first time my parents have let me out at such an early time and I’m grateful for it, even if it’s not what I first wanted. You can’t see the sunrise at twenty to seven in the morning, but you can at least feel the early morning chi...
Standing atop the Empire State Building in New York City, a six-foot-tall, athletically built and handsome African-American man in his late thirties stood perfectly still, gazing thoughtfully at the vast metropolis. Anyone looking at him would see a tall, ruggedly handsome Black gentleman with chocolate skin, short Black hair cut into a style called a bald f...
Sue Storm was annoyed. Reed was, as usual, so busy with this science stuff that he barely knew she was there. Ben and Johnny were, she was pretty sure, turning into Itchy and Scratchy. So she was stuck taking care of her kids and waiting for the next villain to attack. She had to blow off some steam and quick. Luckily for her, she new the exact person to get...
She was dancing like a dream, pouring out ectoplasm of ecstasy sweat, saliva and orgasmic squeals between her gaping breaths. Simon was in some even darker backroom, negotiating the price of a gram of smack. The lights of the main room were scattered across the ceiling, hobbling around like prejudiced junkies, a searchlight for something that wasn't there wh...
Hey Everyone! So, I've completely revamped Can't Fight Time. I liked the first book, but I thought there was something missing. Meh, I'm a perfectionist, what can I say. Anyway, I hope you're excited! I know I am! This is the first chapter of the revamped, brand-spanking-new Can't Fight Time. Hope you all like it! Don't forget to comment, I love feedback!...
The November breeze was chilling as Sarah Summers stood naked, with her hands behind her head, outside the Hooters restaurant where she worked. Being under the silent, watchful gaze of the judge was creating pulsating shockwaves throughout her body, making it almost impossible to remain entirely still. Breathe in, breathe out, she reminded herself, her ove...
Kali Romanov had no idea how it happened. One minute she'd been in the middle of a screening of the latest pirate movie. The next thing she knew, she was on a boat in the middle of the ocean, hearing screams and the clash of swords. Kali took in the rough appearance of the men on one side, and their uniforms on the other. It took only an instant to figu...